Dreamt on January 14th 1981

Whispering antirrhinums

traverse lovely landscapes

on the fringes of consciousness
with their messages of joy and peace.

Heed their timely warnings

of changes soon to come!

The clue is in their shape,

not their fancy name.

Bees too

know a thing or three

but remain resolutely dumb
to the likes of you and me.

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